teresaannamae

I just had a moment.

I'm not eating because I want to, and I'm aware to some people that means I have issues with food and that's some kind of problem, and to me it means I'm finally feeling control and being happy again And losing weight (:
And it kind of makes me happy, so does blood, and misery... although you would nevr know it by looking at me. I'm like goth on the inside, pretty prep diva princess on the outside.
I was trying to think when the last time I was happy was, and when the last time I really had fun, and you know what- it's beacuse I'm depressed about being me! How much sence does that make? NONE. So yeah, I'm a miserable negative fuck who hates almost everyone, thinks talking for the sake of talking is severly annoying, enjoys starving herself, loves evil and morbid things that are respectful, likes thinking about blood and pain during sex and I LOVE IT.

so FUCK YOU, actually- FUCK MY THOUGHTS.
But... FUCK YOU I think you're all great.

My god my emotions are fucked up, my land my thoughts are messed, and my GOSH if i try any harder to fix myself and who i am and why it's apparently wrong i'm going to kill myself, so why not just accept that I'm fucked up and live with it!!


YAWHOOO!


Edited to say, I don't think you got it- This is a happy entry!!!